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Sister Girl

Sister girl you don't know me so please don't try me. All the actions and things you say don't bother me because I know it's fake anyway. It's something like your hair. See I wear genuine leather, and you, you wear pleather. So sweetie don't get in my face, because I'm the one who at least have a place.I can be in my Rolls Royce,instead of being here dissing you having no remorse. You can't say nothing because now your on hush mouth. Think about it your quite as a mouse. Don't get in my face. I'll put you in place.The next time you want to cross roads with me,I hope you'll flee or it'll be best war in history.It'll be WWIII.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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